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The chair with a world around it

Ramesh settled into his chair, stretching his legs and arching his back. The chair with a world around it was his window to the world.The chair, worn from years of use, sat in the middle of a patch of grass officially referred to as “The Lawn” in the housing society’s documents. Every day, Ramesh, the society’s watchman, would spend at least ten hours in that chair. He moved it in sync with the building’s shifting shadows as the day progressed. His duty was to guard the housing society against the unseen threats of the outside world. The dull plastic chair was his throne, his kingdom. He hated it when anyone else sat in it. Protecting his chair was a never-ending battle. Just an hour ago, at precisely four in the afternoon, Ramesh had found the old gentleman from B-23 seated in his chair. The society manager had sent Ramesh to… The chair with a world around it